It’s all about the #Selfie. She was the one girl I never wanted. Until I had her. One night. One mistake. Something we both wanted to forget. I got rid of the proof. The one piece of evidence that could remind us both. At least, I thought I did. When it shows up on the school Buzzfeed, rumors fly. Friendships are tested and the feels get real. I don’t do relationships. I don’t open my heart. Especially for a girl everyone knows I hate. What happens during spring break stays in spring break. Until it follows you home.

Safety Level:Safe with exceptions. In the previous installments, the H was with one of h’s closest friends, and h was also with other men. Cliffhanger:Yes Ending:Ends on a semi-cliffy

I was already in love with Braeden ever since he made Rimmel wear Romeo’s hoodie. But in this book, I fell in love with Ivy too. She was always in the background in the first three books. At first, I thought she was going to become an antagonist in the future books, especially with the fact that she made out with Romeo before. However, I loved that Ms. Hebert made Ivy’s character into one that had many layers. There was the sheltered girl who was her big brother’s favorite. There was the party girl who liked to go out and hook up with college men. There was the beautiful girl who was secretly very insecure but never in a mean way.

I love that Braeden and Ivy started out with so many issues and reasons that kept them apart. Ms. Hebert successfully wrote their story in a way that readers already know what’s going to happen but still could never look away or put the book down. This book is also one of my favorites in the series. I can’t wait to continue reading because I can’t get enough of Ivy and Braeden.

Cambria Hebert is a latte sipping author of the Heven & Hell series, the Death Escorts series, and the Take It Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book.

“This is how it should have been that first night down on the sand,” he whispered. “This is our beginning Ivy. I want to make it official. I want there to be no doubt, ’cause I’m gonna do stupid shit all the time.” I giggled, and his white teeth flashed. “I’m gonna leave the toilet seat up. I’m gonna be overprotective, probably bossy, and my temper is always gonna run hot.”

“I don’t care,” I told him, sliding my hands up to rest on his chest.

“Tell me you’ll be my girl, and I swear I’ll love you with everything I got.”

“I’m always gonna be stubborn. I’m not gonna take your shit. My makeup will be all over the bathroom, and I still don’t have a major. Oh, and I want to keep Prada. You have to like her, too.”

“I already told Rim to get your adoption paperwork ready for that rat.” Then in lower tones, he said, “She’s grown on me.” I smiled. He totally loved Prada. “So what’s my answer?” He tightened his arms around my waist. I pretended to think it over. A girl should never sound too eager-even if she was practically peeing herself with glee. “Blondie,” Braeden growled.

“I’m already yours, B. I have been for a long time.”

“We never really had a beginning. For months, we fought and insulted each other. Then we combusted into bed. We pretended what happened didn’t matter, but it did, Blondie. You matter.”

“Braeden,” I whispered and took a step farther into the room.

He shook his head. “All the shit with Missy, and Zach… hell, even with my father, it got in our way. I let it. This is me swearing I won’t let it again. This is me swearing this is our beginning. You’re it for me.” He took a breath, and I watched his chest rise with it. His dark, chocolate eyes latched onto mine. “Because I still don’t like you, Blondie.” I started to roll my eyes. “I love you.”

My heart stopped. Everything stopped. That place deep down inside me burned and tingled. “I don’t like you either.” My voice wobbled. The intensity of his stare drilled right into me, like he was seating desperately for my reply. “I love you so damn much,” I confessed.